However, Jay didn't buy it. He stared at her in suspicion and wondered what she was really up to or hiding.
He made a show of leisurely making his way up the stairs.
Doris tried to wait patiently in the living room but a sense of unease settled heavily in the pit of her stomach.
Almost immediately, she could hear a clamor and Jay shouting angrily from upstairs, "Doris, how dare you? I’ll show you!"
Doris was so scared at the outburst that her hands shot up and hid her face. What did she do that was so wrong?
Did men not like that one? She thought for sure most would.
She had especially thought Jay would of all people. He was a bit of a playboy, after all.
The noise upstairs continued until she saw Jay sprinting down the stairs with the now destroyed doll in his hands.
"Jay, that cost me a good amount of money. If you didn’t want it, you could have just said so and given it back. Why destroy it? You’re too much sometimes," Doris said this with tears threatening to pour down her face at the sight of the mindless destruction.
"Give it back to you? I’d love to. Here! Take it! It’s yours!" Jay threw the now broken doll at her. Then, he grabbed her roughly by the arm, yanking her towards the door. "Get out of this house and go as far
could still side with Nancy and help her steal the company.
She whispered to Jill, "Of course I know, but don’t worry. I would never just turn the child over to Nancy so easily. She is just another piece of leverage to use against Nancy."
"Oh..." Jill considered this. After a long pause, she continued, "I guess, I see where you are coming from. I want out from under Nancy just as badly as you do. So, as your mother, I will support you." She emphasized the last point with a, "Humph," and crossed her arms over her chest. Jill was not a dumb woman. However, when it came to Fannie, she had a blind spot, and she often failed to consider the long game.
She might have thought she was simply protecting her daughter, but her indulgence would later cause Fannie to go too far. Some might even say it was what triggered her spiral into insanity.
Since the day that Fannie had promised to help find her daughter, Nancy had been waiting anxiously for news.
She came to the house to see Fannie several times, though she claimed to just be visiting her father. If she thought she could gather a shred of information of her daughter this way, it was worth it to her.
Each time, Fannie and Jill were polite, even welcoming, and maintained their charade perfectly.